My fantasy
We've meet a couple of time for coffees and meals to get to know each other. We've talk and negotiate everything that we can think of, what is going to happen, safety, expectations.
At first you weren't so sure that only wrapping someone would be fun for you, as while you have done it in the past it always included some sexual components. But when I explained you the objectification of it...you grow into the idea. Transforming a human being into a piece of art, a still object.
The day finally come. We plan a trip to the nearest store to get all of the supplies, then go back to my place. I make my safe call and my friend know that everything is about to start. I have butterflies in my stomach due to excitement, I am up to my third change of panties.
I stripped naked and insert some ben wa balls inside me. They will give me pleasure, but not make me cum. I will be in a state of constant arousal.
You then carefully wrapped each of my limbs individually in plastic wrap. You mentioned that an object can't move at all, can it? I blush and you snicker as you see me getting more and more wet. Then the wrapping of my legs and lower part begging. Starting to transform me into something...not someone. You then stop at my waist, decide to bind , well tape my breast down directly on my body. You want me as flat as possible, less womanly, more object. Then you wrap my torso, up to my armpits.
Wrapping my arms down to my body come next. I am now cover a smooth plastic wrap from neck to toes.
Now the most important part is coming...my head. I've told you that without having my head wrapped...I got nothing out of the whole experience. I *need* to be faceless, un-recognizable. You place strips of duct tape directly on my mouth, from nose to chin. Sealing me shut for good. Then some gauze over my eyes to protect then....then the plastic wrap, carefully covering my face and neck, leaving only my nose expose.
You look at the piece of flesh and plastic standing in front of you...it's still not enough. You take the duct tape laying on the bed and start slowly covering every inches of my body...soon enough there is nothing left but a shiny grey shape in front of you. Your own piece of art.
You lie me on the bed and I start to wiggle a bit...you don't like this. Object don't move. You rip long piece of tapes and tape me down...no more movements.
For the next few hours...this thing...is your thing.